People All Around

I'm the man who had friends but they all gone on my hands
I had the love but it gone on my eyes but body on my hands
My family, my son, my dreams, they all died on my knees
I'm still eighteen and world still green
I'm living from thousand sixteen

I'm passing times,
i'm passing friends, i'm passing love but i can't die
I'm full of pain and tragedy above my head death very high
I think that i just stuck in life that full of hurt and traitors
I look like young but thousand years my back is full of scars.

People all around,
people all around screaming: "you are a satan, you are a satan"
But i can't answer anything
What the hell are you, go to hell from here
Many times was burnt, many times was killed
But i can't answer anything
Who i'm should be great philosopher,
great historic, soldier, rogue or alchoholic
I can be anything,
i can see everything know much as can,
try everything, stop cancer, all diseases
New time of technic, computer is my routine,
play different games, eat cheeseburgers, watch movies on big screen
I can have all i need it's two thousand sixteen but
friend who dies my lover dies I'm fucking lose control